[World of Fantasy Freestyle]

[Verse 1]
I'm getting Florida cake
Like a postal worker, just get your priorities straight
I ain't concerned what the majority make
I'm getting Dorothy cake, I'm the Wizard of Oz's, get it?
I guess not, they telling me to dumb down
This is a thought process, my brain is numb now
I come round, cyphers get quiet
Flow hot piece of butter but, why should I hide it?
When there's silence in the room, Fred hear it
I see things, I'm translating for dead spirits
Both Christophers, Rios and Wallace
To half froze listeners, these are the talents, huh
I sizzle, they fiddle
I paint pictures, they scribble, I skittle
The rainbow of the change flow
Fred The God, know the name, no? Oh

[Verse 2]
Flow precious, the best, right?
They ambidextrous, they left, right? Hahaha
'Cause of work we in the dark with NARCs
Push drugs, I'm the author of Arthur Park
Arguably, I'm sort of a genius if you ask n***as
I look like a legend like the Ac Vigor
Rap n***as, y'all need to relax and practice
You should know Fred back like chiropractors
Can't mimic lyrics Fred The God is in
Kill lil' n***as from the jump, Nate Robinson
Comparison's unlikely
They kinda get busy, but there ain't none like me
It's no conceit, I compete
You can't see me, you can peek, I'm the streets
I'm complete, pain, punchlines, metaphors, synonyms, verbs
Nah, you never heard Fred before, shit
[Hip Hop Nightmares]

[Verse]
When the pen with me, I'm Ken Griffey
Used to sell O's, 10-50, wish I was with Whitney
Now the world different like Dwayne Wayne and Whitley
The body on the Range change, Draft, spit with me
They lyrical content, silly syllable nonsense
I go hard, elbow grease and leave a arm print
Direction of perfection, I've accomplished
No use of a compass, reinventing the concept
These rappers, they used to be type dope
They fell off like a tight rope
So as I write hope for the ghetto, as I flow like a petal
With the skill so they know I'm on they heels like stilettos
The hill have eyes, the mountains have a mouthpiece
I rock between both of 'em, this is lyrical outreach
Thanks for sound tracking what Fred is about Freak
Draft, Chicago, what up? And I'm out, peace